Letters

Make clear now: DO NOT OWN!

Letters addressed to the same recipient lay scattered across my desk and consume its drawers. The handwriting is sloppy and less than admirable but I couldn't love anything other. They tell of wild stories, ones that leave little to the imagination and are only told as a child's bedtime stories. You always told me that's what being a pirate was like: free and adventurous. I'm envious of the life you led, not held back by the standards and rules set by society.

I know you're gone; I watched your world-stopping execution. I know this yet I insist on writing letters to you, knowing full well they will never reach you. Somehow, I think they keep the hurt away, like a vice or escape. Maybe deep down, I still believe that what I saw was a lie and that you had just pulled another prank of yours; I desperately want to believe that. I know that's not the case, otherwise you wouldn't have looked the way you did when we exchanged a final good-bye.

I've done one other thing to bring peace to my conscious: I've decided to write about things instead of just letters. Not something mundane like how my day went or a useless list of things that will never come to fruition. No, it's a book, just carrying excerpts of things I truly miss about you; from the simple things to every complexity your personality held. I know I'll never forget a single detail, but writing it all down just makes it feel like it will last forever. That's foolish of me, isn't it?

Okay, so the beginning/prologue sucks, not going to lie. And I've never done RogerxRouge story before, even though I love this pairing to death (bad pun), so hopefully it gets better as it goes. Thanks for reading Chapter 1 and hope you follow to Chapter 2!